Escort missions were Sasuke’s personal version of hell. He hated them more
than paperwork (which was like a chidori through the shoulder). Why should he protect
rich civilians in the name of Konoha, anyway? He didn’t care if they could
afford S Class nin. His team were better than swamp crawling and small talk.
But it was peace time and Kakashi said they had to live.
Naruto suggested the onsen first and Sakura was quick to agree. He
stayed quiet. Sasuke didn’t want to travel like this either – he felt caked in
sweat and dirt.
The woman behind the counter looked at the three of them strangely when
they asked for one suite. Normally they could afford two, or used the public
springs with adjacent hotel, but this was a small bed and breakfast with
private facilities. Team 7 pitched in and got a room with a shower. Attached to
the room was the hot spring they craved. Sasuke imagined he would fight with
Naruto over the bed later.
It had been hours since they arrived and Sasuke was starting to be ok
with this situation. Naruto disappeared to get ramen about an hour ago and it
had been peaceful ever since
“Do you think Naruto will bring some back for us?” Sakura asked absently
as she stretched in the hot spring. She leaned back, arms stretched out along
the edge of the pool. Her head lolled back and steam billowed around her.
Sakura laughed quietly to herself. Sasuke could see her towel beneath the
surface as well as her heated pinking skin.
She laughed to herself, “I don’t think he will.”
“When has Naruto brought dinner before?” He replied.
Sakura nodded, “Exactly. Meaning we should probably get out of soon
unless we want to get pruney and stay hungry. This is a small town, Sasuke-kun,
everything closes early.”
He grunted an, “I suppose.” Then he rose from the heated depths and
muttered a few words about getting dressed.
The water sloshed behind him and settled again. The towel was wet and
heavy against his skin, while the tile was cool against his warm feet. Sakura
His clothes were hung over a chair beside the bed, while Sakura’s were on
the floor nearby, right where she had left them. Sasuke itched to fold the red
outfit but disliked that she’d know he was cleaning up after her again; that
was a slippery slope with team mates like his.
He noticed her underwear last, sitting on the end of the bed. Sasuke
became unintentionally focussed. The red and white panties stuck out, inappropriately
reminding him of his family symbol. The heart in the middle was white and sat
below a little white bow. The tips of his ears were red with blood and now his
heart beat much faster than before. Sasuke felt his embarrassment mixing with
interest and he had an overwhelming urge to touch the silk.
grandmother knows how to knit the most beautiful clothes, and once she finds
out that her grandson has finally befriended the boy he’s been talking about
for the past five years, she decides to knit the pretty Russian boy a dark red sweater
with a cat paw on it. She insists Otabek give it to Yuri on his birthday.
Otabek gives the sweater to Yuri, all blushing and red ears, he says: “And this
is from my nan…she says hi…,” and Yuri can’t contain his excitement.
immediately tries it on, despite it not at all suiting his normal choice of
clothes, but it is warm and fluffy and he won’t take it off anymore for the
rest of the evening. The next day, he writes a lengthy mail to thank Beka’s gradma, but
then he realises he can’t speak a word of Kazakh
- He asks
Beka to help him translate and only then he realises how often he mentions Beka
in the mail and how often he says how freaking amazing he thinks Beka is and
how much he wants to come visit Beka’s family. He mentions Beka’s name almost in every sentence.
- Otabeks translates the cheesy parts
without even bating an eyelash, although next to him Yuri dies from embarrassment.
However, more often than not, Beka’s elbow brushes gently against his and when
they finally send the mail, Beka’s hand squeezes his and he just says quietly: “She’s gonna be happy to hear from you.”
Yuri is an exceptional figure skater, his grades are suffering from his
excessive training. His parents are mildly worried about that and tell him to
go and get a personal tutor. Yuri couldn’t be less enthusiastic about the idea
as he tells Beka that night as they Skype.
- Beka looks at him for a moment and
then he crooks a smile and says: “Well, I could fly over and help you with your
studies.” Yuri loves the idea and nearly knocks his laptop over as he jumps up
to ask his parents
parents already view Beka like a family member and when Yuri tells Beka he’ll
come pick him up from the airport, his friend looks at him for a moment, before
he turns to look out the window and still Yuri can see the massive blush
spreading over his usually so stoic face.
- Yuri’s heart starts squeezing
pleasantly inside his chest and he starts counting the days toward Beka’s
arrival in St. Petersburg
parents don’t necessarily have a big house, so Yuri offers Beka to sleep in his
room, and he’d instead sleep in the living room, as Beka is the guest. Beka
just frowns at him and says: “Don’t be silly,” and that’s it.
- They put an
airbed next to Yuri’s bed, a blanket and a pillow and Beka doesn’t mind the makeshift bed one
bit. Yuri repeatedly asks him if it’s ok and if he’s really comfortable sleeping
on the floor – Yuri has never had a friend sleep over at his place, not only
because they really have not much space, but mostly because he isn’t close enough
to anyone to offer them to come sleep at their house. But with Beka it’s
- Yuri repeatedly offers Beka to sleep in his bed and he sleeps on the floor and Beka has had
enough. His hand comes up to ruffle Yuri’s silky blond hair and he just quietly
says: “You’re the reason I came here. Not your bed. I’m here with you, I don’t need
- When he
says that Yuri’s eyes fill with tears because he never would’ve believed that
he’d ever have someone who likes him enough to come help him study without
asking anything in return.
- Yuri turns away from Beka’s touch because he
doesn’t want to let the boy see that he cries because he never, ever would’ve
thought that he’d ever find a friend who wants to be with him – just for Yuri
- Beka knows
that Yuri needs a few moments to calm down, and he lets him have as much space
as he needs. He goes to play with Yuri’s cat and at some point, a few minutes later;
he feels a light weight lean against his shoulder.
- He doesn’t look up, but he
starts to smile. Yuri snuffles a little. He says: “I like sleeping in.”
“[name], come on, have you put on that stupid suit yet?” Joji knocks on the door, slightly annoyed that you were taking so long to put one of those spandex suits he normally wears in his videos. You agreed to help him with this idea he had and he really hoped you didn’t change your mind. He needed you. Or rather, he was dying to see you in those tight suits. He always wondered how you’d look like…
And he was a very curious person.
“N-Not yet!” you shout out and he can hear struggle in your tone of voice. He frowns, hand on the doorknob.
“Are you ok in there? Do you need—“ he twists the knob and opens the door.